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| Dermot can't hold a smile long this high up. |
Ronda is one of the largest of the white hill towns in Andalusia. There is an old town that spans a deep gorge with beautiful (or gut-churning) views from the bridge.
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| This one didn't take as long. |
We walked from the campsite into town using google maps because the normal tourist route was being demolished. We took some pictures and ate a forgettable meal in one of the eateries in town. We were going to walk down the very steep route to see the bridge from a great viewpoint outside the walls at sunset but Dermot astutely pointed out that the sun wouldn’t be reaching the bridge at this time of year. I congratulated him on saving us at least an hour walk down then back up again. It also meant we had plenty of time to catch the Barcelona v. Liverpool soccer game at the Irish pub - what a happy coincidence!
The next day we visited the “Real Maestranza de Caballeria de Ronda” - the bullfighting ring/exhibit/museum. They rarely use the ring for actual bullfights but it was much more interesting to me than an actual bullfight would have been.
That night we ate another forgettable meal in the camp restaurant - I got the meal I had repeatedly seen on menus described as “Pork cheeks with wild mushrooms.” Won’t do that again. Though the area was interesting enough to warrant another day roaming, I was tired of the terrible showers at Camping El Sur and we decided to move on.
Next stop: Gibraltar
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